"Oh! What's going on with your attitude? Beatrice read a hint of disdain in his words.

Uchiha Kaede shrugged his shoulders, said no more, and walked cautiously towards the front.

Along the corridor, Saitama walked in front, followed by two figures, one large and one small.

Not long after, Saitama turned around a bend, but immediately retreated.

He hid in the shadows, looked left and right for a while, then took out the map he had just made, looked at it for a moment, and then put it back.

He rushed straight into the bend he had just made, and immediately after, Kaede Uchiha and Beatrice heard a loud noise.

Peng Peng's bang, accompanied by the sound of stone and wood cracking, echoed in the darkness.

Kaede Uchiha and Beatrice glanced at each other as they walked inside.

This is a living room, the space is still relatively open, but the tables and chairs inside have been smashed to pieces, and even the walls have been directly cracked.

I saw that Saitama was fighting a ninja inside.

That ninja was different from the ninja on the guard, wearing an animal mask and carrying a short knife behind his back, and when he saw him, Uchiha Kaede subconsciously frowned and whispered

"Shadows."

“？” The unfamiliar vocabulary made Beatrice look at him in confusion.

Kaede Uchiha explained

"Assassination tactical special forces, subordinate to the Hokage, obey the Hokage's dispatch, and the work is an elite unit directly assigned by the Hokage."

Beatrice was silent for a moment, then finally complained

"Doesn't that mean you haven't explained..."

"Ahem, in short, it's a group of elite ninjas, and the tasks they perform are all directly ordered by the Hokage."

"That is to say..."

"That's right." Uchiha Kaede nodded, not caring what Beatrice was going to say next.

Beatrice tilted her little head, and the golden custard quioche trembled

"They're all amazing!"

"Uh..." The conclusion she came to made the corners of Uchiha Kaede's eyes twitch unconsciously, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Not to mention the melon-eating crowd Uchiha Kaede and Beatrice, Saitama and the dark ninja are inseparable.

The shadow ninja was proficient in ninjutsu, all kinds of fire escape, wind escape tricks were released, but Saitama calmly dodged with speed, and used his exquisite skills to approach him, gathered chakra in his hand, and smashed it down with a punch, only to hear a loud noise, and the ground cracked.

But the shadow ninja had already seen through his attack, and had already formed a mark where he couldn't see it, and the object of his attack had directly turned into a piece of wood.

Saitama, who maintained a fist-smashing position, was not shocked by this scene.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit behind him, and the sharp sound of breaking the air sent chills down his spine, but he stepped directly on the soles of his feet, twisted his waist, and did not look at the situation behind him, he turned his body directly, and brushed shoulders with the vertical blade at the last moment.

The corners of Saitama's mouth curled into a smile, like a mockery, and the shadow ninja's face suddenly changed drastically, and he was about to withdraw his blade and retreat, but a kick was directly on his head.

With a bang, the ninja was kicked directly into the wall by Saitama, and in an instant his head exploded like a watermelon, and his brains splattered and scattered everywhere.

Saitama, who was spilled with brains, snorted, put down his legs, and walked forward, not looking at the end of this ninja.

As soon as Saitama walked on the front foot, Uchiha Kaede followed with the back foot, and he drew a cross in front of this dark part, and said with emotion

"Sorry, bro, your head may not be as hard as the wall, no... You should hate the person who built this house, why doesn't he do it a little bit? ”

"......" Beatrice glanced at Uchiha Kaede speechlessly, and immediately withdrew her gaze, as if she had polluted her mind when she saw him.

Not paying attention to Beatrice's gaze, Uchiha Kaede muttered to himself again

"That's not right! In the TV series I watched for Mao, people's heads hit the wall, and the walls were broken? Whether it's a superman or an ordinary person, as long as he hits the wall, it must be the wall that breaks, is it that the TV series I watch are all tofu scum projects? It's scary to think about! ”

"......" Beatrice walked away from Uchiha Kaede without saying a word and walked in the direction of Saitama.

When Uchiha Kaede finished praying and turned around, he looked confused

"Huh? What about people? Where did you go? ”

2

In the ashram there was a young girl, about seven years old, with short black hair and black pupils that could not see the depths clearly.

She sat in front of a canvas with a brush in her right hand, and on the canvas was a scene, a scene in front of her.

The empty ashram, the blackened walls all around, and the candles that slowly burned themselves, no matter who felt nothing but depression and despair.

Only in the corner of the canvas is there a little light in the imperceptible place.

From a distance, it looks like a small window, but up close, it's just a white face.

A very small face, detached from the human body, could not see the face clearly, but knew that the eyes of this face were watching everything, as if looking at a young girl who was painting, and as if looking at a desperate ashram.

The young girl closed her eyes, picked up the pen, hesitated for a moment, and drew a few more times in the middle of the drawing.

With her movements, the door to the ashram was opened, and as Saitama entered, the young girl finished her painting.

She opened her closed eyes and looked at Saitama, her expressionless little face made it impossible to read her thoughts, but she was just a young girl, even if she was a genius, where would she be? This is the thought in Saitama's mind, and presumably in the minds of most people.

Saitama asked with a sinister smile

"Is that you?"

Calm, there is only calm in the voice

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it's you! Don't you know that there are a lot of people who want your life? ”

"Why do you want to know?"

"Huh! Sure enough, it's a child! Geniuses haven't grown up yet, they're just geniuses after all! In the eyes of the strong, genius is just something that can be discarded! Look, someone is paying a lot of money for your life! ”

There was only dead silence in the young girl's black pupils, she just stared at Saitama quietly, as if looking at a dead thing, maybe not only Saitama, but the world was dead in her eyes.

Everything she had ever seen, flowers in bloom, birds in the sky, every person who talked to each other was dead.

"Really..."

The young girl spoke again, calm and full of despair.

Saitama rushed towards the young girl, and without the slightest thought, swung his fist

"yes!"